Dead Earth

I took a walk around town in desperate mood to breath.I walked and walked and not even sign of nature around me.The sun fell and all I could see was buildings and dirty water.Oh!And foundations for new buildings of cource.Parks destroyed, beautifull trees cut to the ground, cats literatly carpeted on the street from the millions of cars stepping on em and...Unexeptable.

Sometimes I feel as I am the only one who cares (who sees) and when I talk to people about it all they know to say is ''Be positive'' or ''You are an Emo''.
''Yes I may be an emo but you are imature and ignorant''.
How can we behave like that to earth...how?
Even though this poem is more intended to be lyrics for song on guitar, I desided to put it here...
Lets face it.I sing like a duck.